April is the cruelest month... When T.S. Eliot wrote those opening lines of The Waste Land, he captured a feeling that many in recovery and those carrying deep grief know intimately. We are told that Spring is a season of hope and rebirth. But for those navigating the internal winter of depression or loss, the return of the light can feel less like a gift and more like a demand. Acknowledging the "cruelty" of Spring—when the world’s vibrant rebirth often underscores an intern